It's too small to _see_." "That's cos ye've got no eyes," remarked Jim Scraggs, with a sneer, as he stepped forward.
All tongues were now hushed, for the expected champion was about to fire.

The sharp crack of the rifle was followed by a shout, for Jim had hit the nail-head on the edge, and part of the bullet stuck to it.
"That wins if there's no better," said the major, scarce able to conceal his disappointment.

"Who comes next ?" To this question Henri answered by stepping up to the line, straddling his legs, and executing preliminary movements with his rifle, that seemed to indicate an intention on his part to throw the weapon bodily at the mark.

He was received with a shout of mingled laughter and applause.

After gazing steadily at the mark for a few seconds, a broad grin overspread his countenance, and looking round at his companions, he said,--"Ha! mes boys, I can-not behold de nail at all!" "Can ye 'behold' the _tree_ ?" shouted a voice, when the laugh that followed this announcement had somewhat abated.
"Oh! oui," replied Henri quite coolly; "I can see _him_, an' a goot small bit of de forest beyond." "Fire at it, then.